Mmmmmm, Mmmmmmm, MMMMMMM, Mmmmmm!

I will probably be out and about (or “oot and aboot” as they say down in the Tidewater) all day tomorrow, so I probably will not have the chance to do so then, but I wanted to note that tomorrow marks the birthday of Sofia Villani Scicolone, better known to the world as Sophia Loren, born September 20, 1934 in Rome.

Again, I do not know whether the bylaws of the RCBfA cover consideration of the cinematic arts, but if they don’t, they surely ought to. I would never describe Ms. Loren as “pretty”, but by God is she beautiful.

Yesterday when I noted the birthday of film legend Greta Garbo, I received a fair amount of flak from Mrs. P about how frigid Garbo was. I trust we will not see any such tommy-rot about Ms. Loren.

Since the first time I saw her, I have been entranced. Beautiful does not describe the essence of this woman.

Striking, arresting, classic, timelessness, how she carries herself is what makes her, quite possibly the most glorious woman to so many for so long, including her appearance at the Olympics, to her most recent appearance at the Oscars.

Age changes all of us, but for Sophia, it is an evolution of how her personna and inner beauty continues to define the essense of what each of us so much wish and desire to do with the grace this elegant woman seems to do with ease.